Mocha's Playpen

When we first took Mocha home, we wanted to make sure she was in eye-shot at all times. So we set up our living room as Mocha's playpen. We had to section off the room with pillows that were much larger than her at this time. As you can see, not much went on here...either way it was kinda amusing.

Mocha about 12 weeks.

Attacking my feet...shoulda stopped this immediately...now it's not cute, it's painful.

Mocha realizing her dog food is much tastier than my feet...that's debatable.

She ate...now she is about to get rambunctious.

Mocha getting rambunctious.

Halloween Pumpkins and a dog who hates my Flash

So we went to get these pumpkins a while back with Mocha, my girfriend Ana, and my mom. It was great...except for the number of times a little tiny tot would walk up and pet Mocha and she returned the love with a gentle munch of the fingers. The poor little tots were more scared than hurt and cried and Mocha thought that was a game so she would try to run around them and get all energetic...not cool Mocha, not cool. But anyways...

We carved our pumpkins and this is what came out! Pretty cool except Ana's pumpkin contracted a fungal virus and it started taking over quite quickly.

Here is Mocha putting on her WTF face for the camera...

Flash Forward to about 16 weeks old here.

Meet Mocha, our little terrorist!

Yes, she seems very cute...and most times she is. However, a number of shoes now lay in their shoe graves due to her jihad against them.

This is mocha being taught not to bite Ana's sandals. Look at her face, she does not care. It is a shoe war!


Mocha about 12 weeks